Bonafide Rojas is a Nuyorican poet and musician
שֶׁקֶט The Haredi woman tells me my prayers aloud are poisonous to God. שֶׁקֶט The Haredi women’s whistles and screams are poisonous to my prayer. תקשיב I enter the holy space, ready to receive and embrace the new month, Elul. תקשיב Instead of embracing melody and neshama, I am bombarded with discord and fear. שֶׁקֶט…
The early history of Central America, told through verse
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